Labor Day has a hymn of 50 words, and the reward of labor will always be rich: it not only creates human beings, makes them move from barbarism to civilization, but also makes the civilization created by human beings last forever. Let's share 50 Labor Day hymns.
Labor day hymn 50 words 1 1, workers,
I thought it was the god of wealth;
Building tall buildings with bricks and tiles,
Dig gold and silver with picks and shovels;
Aft that weft brocade segment,
Build a huge ship with a hammer and an axe.
Driving a train, driving a car,
Steelmaking, ironmaking and gold smelting.
No workers build roads,
How to reach the door of happiness at high speed?
Workers, others should respect,
Workers, you should be confident!
As the social division of labor of workers,
Think of yourself as a god.
2. Workers
Workers, the most accessible thing in the world is dirt, and the men and women who depend on it.
They have a real dialogue with the world through labor.
The places where they drifted have a history of growth and evolution, which is rich and natural.
Poems praising labor on May Day
May Day is a holiday for international workers.
May is another day full of true feelings.
In this spring, the spring breeze is cool today.
Having said that, I sincerely tunnel 1 to all the working people:
Happy May Day International Labor Day! Labor day greetings
There are laborers running in every corner of the city.
The shape of the waves,
In the countryside and fields, there are footprints of hard work of laborers everywhere.
Cocoon-covered hands are as thick and powerful as steel,
Hold up the ideals and beliefs of life.
Small beads of sweat sparkled like pearls.
Have the sky and the earth.
Sweat dyed the earth green and dotted the beautiful mountains and rivers of the motherland.
Selfless dedication to spread fragrance and happiness to mankind,
Working people are the essence of the earth.
For the prosperity of the motherland and the nation,
Today's protagonist uses hard-working hands and wisdom.
Don't hesitate to sweat and bleed, and dedicate your regretless youth.
Turn the cool barren hills into beautiful orchards,
Build spectacular high-rise buildings on ruins and abandoned mountains,
Over the mountains, a modern expressway was built.
Strugglers have created one amazing achievement after another.
It is the working people who have created our beautiful life today.
It is they who have built a civilized socialist harmonious society.
In this passionate season, on this special day,
Let us sincerely wish with reverence:
-Great laborers, happy holidays!
Labor Day hymn 50 words 2 Labor Day hymn 1
I work, I sing.
Sing a cheerful song loudly
Put the weight on your shoulders.
Leg and foot fatigue
Have been temporarily forgotten.
I work, I sing.
Humming an affectionate melody
Take the soul out of the body experience
For yourself, for the same kind.
dissolute
I work, I sing.
Let effort and sadness
Inequality and anger
Run around the world
heart-stirring
Open up a happy and beautiful future.
A short poem praising the second labor day
Celebrate May Day.
May Day is full of joy,
The whole country rejoiced.
Economic development dances in the east wind,
The grand blueprint spans time and space.
This industry is prosperous and emerging,
Comprehensive national strength has been comprehensively enhanced.
Friendship is open in all directions,
The working people are full of feelings.
Create a rainbow in history,
Two civilizations benefit people's livelihood.
Control science and technology, go forward bravely,
Longing for world peace forever.
Labor Day Hymn 50 words 3 May Day Laborers Hymn 1
Sunshine jinliangliang
The rooster sang three songs and the flowers woke up.
The birds are busy dressing up.
The little magpie built a new house.
Little bees are busy picking honey.
Where does a happy life come from?
We must rely on labor to create.
Green Ye Er, red flowers.
Little butterfly is playful.
Do not love labor, do not love learning.
None of us have learned.
Build a new house like a magpie.
Learn from bees to collect honey.
The joy of labor is endless.
The creation of labor is the most glorious.
Poems praising laborers on May Day 2
Laborers!
The most accessible thing in the world is dirt.
And men and women who live with the soil.
They work in the form of labor.
Have a real dialogue with the world
All the places they drifted.
The history of growth and evolution
Enrich nature.
Poem 3 praising laborers on May Day
A dragon.
-Written on the occasion of the completion of the Qinghai-Tibet Railway
A ladder made of pure gold
Grasp the steep wasteland.
Seize the ancient and yellow loneliness
Swim to a dragon.
Powerful
A strong spine
Gently, along
The cry of Tibetan mastiff
Yak's sharp horns and
Inclined wind
Wandering in the whirlpool of snow mountain
Shangzhi yuntou
Tibet in the sky
Tibet once destroyed by blood and tears.
Distant mystery, Buddha country Tibet.
This dragon
Full of aesthetic passion and
Romantic ideal
Go to your place, it admires you.
Clear blue sky
The sun is dripping with metal juice.
The intoxicating smell of milk.
It's going to the palace in heaven.
Look at that vulture.
Brutalized barbarism and poverty
Bring the best roses in the world.
Stars in the sky
When you see a dragon.
On the earth, on the Asian plateau.
Wandering in the white clouds
Please don't be surprised.
Listen to a worker bee praising labor.
A worker bee
Write down the labor number
Fly to my window singing.
Praise my life and body.
Say, look at my head, legs and wings
Even every toe
How touching and perfect
Their movements are harmonious and accurate.
All exist for labor.
The value of labor is the value of life.
Article 4 of the Labor Protection Regulations
My body is under the beat of the sun.
Ups and downs like gratitude
There was a metallic sound.
The sound of friction between metal and soil.
This seductive voice has been hovering over this land.
Let us have a deeper understanding.
The taste of the land
labour
Let's sweat.
Endless and silent
Like feathers beating on metal.
We live for labor.
Remove fish scales
As rain seeps into the soil
cannot help doing
sunlight
rain and dew
spring breeze
Promote the flower of civilization in the city.
Popularize the fruits of rural labor
In the mature season of golden dance
Our fragrance is overflowing.
Hang the branches high.
Full of beautiful scenery
Under the fluttering notes
Singing the song of labor happily
Song of labor
Bring good news of spring sowing.
Today's protagonist uses hard-working hands and wisdom.
No one looked back at her.
Is she morning dew?
Is it a rag after night?
Broom braids in the fog,
Unable to clear.
Is the garbage that we are used to in our bodies,
She repeated her work on the road yesterday.
Because life and fallen leaves are repeating,
No one will miss a clean morning,
Dust changes quietly every morning.